He seems to me to be equal to a god,he, if it is permissible, seems to surpass the gods,who sitting opposite watches and listens To you again and againsweetly laughing, which rips out all sensesfrom miserable me: for at the same moment I looked upon you,Lesbia, nothing is enough for me. * * * *But the tongue grows thick, a thin flameRuns down beneath our limbs, with their own soundour ears ring, our twin lights (eyes) are covered by night.Idleness is a troublesome thing for you, Catullus:In idleness you revel and delight too much:Idleness has destroyed both kings and Blessed cities before.